This fan is hella breezy. How am I feeling? Like a king, and my world needs some house cleaning. Skateboarding, and going to school, everyday repeating. I ask why, as I look upon that white ceiling. No distortion, and the bass is ripping like abortion. I am a threat, you can watch my self eruption. Using with force. The instrumental that I'm crushing. A little angry, I'm gonna have to do some hulk smashing. Rapping, passing, seatbelts need fastening. Send me somewhere, oldschool is sorta happening. This isn't a race, but I'm fucking overlapping. Facts being, I don't need any false reasoning. Bake somethin', and add a little seasoning. Medical assistance, that weed has me crying. It's true, and there's no need for any lying. The stuff we want to have, it's what we're always depriving. No breaks, accelerate it all like driving. This wasteland has me laughing, all the lames and wannabes Would simply mistake one, later saying really. notice how my hat has a grizzly bear hissing.! Different, I'm different, doin' it, doin' it. I look back, and understand how immature I was bitch. In the cut, so these wounds need six stitches. Clever, I'm too clever, stand aside, I'm overpowered.
